It should be wrong, you had done everything you had once swore you wouldn’t. You’d betrayed Oro, left your people on Lighlark, and went with Grim. Your love for him never truly faded, but the hatred still stood. You couldn’t love him- shouldn’t. He was a monster who’d started a war to simply get you back. You’d seen you two in memories, happy, in love. It was sickening. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

The change from Oros castle to Grims was abrupt. Everything went from shining gold and warmth to black and cold. Nightshade was as barren as you remembered it. Though it had its beauty, it was dark.

Over the weeks you’d mainly ignored Grim, only seeing him a short few times after he pleaded with you. You sulked in your room most days, stuck between returning to Oro or staying with Grim- both of which provided love.

You’d been getting dressed when he suddenly appeared, shadows rippling around him as he watched you- silent, too silent. You swallowed, meeting his intense gaze. You wanted so badly to close the distance- feel that touch that made you shiver. But you couldn’t, it was wrong.

“Wife.”